Ever wanted to blow up your life?

Tag: SAHM

One of the fun things about blogging is that you get to meet cool people, at least virtually anyway.

I don’t remember exactly when I first discovered Hey Eleanor, the brainchild of Molly Mogren Katt, but I immediately crushed pretty hard. The blog is gorgeous, the writing is awesome, and I adore the idea. Trying new things is pretty much my definition of adventure, and you know I’m down for that.

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I’ve been thinking a lot of thoughts lately and feeling a lot of feels.

On life. On the future. On goals. On happiness. On what I want to do when I grow up.

Basically what follows here is a swirling brain dump of stream of consciousness gibberish. I wouldn’t blame you for skipping. But if your mind is also caught in the vortex lately, by all means, stick around!

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Since we’ve been here, I’ve been learning some new skills. Sadly, I don’t think these would turn heads on a resume. Which is a shame, because I have been putting in HOURS of practice honing these skillz.

I can now:

produce a snack from somewhere on my person in any situation.

produce a tissue from somewhere my person in any situation.

get about seven million blows out of said tissue.

recite all the words to Mater’s Tall Tales.

recite all the words to various Winnie the Pooh episodes.

recite all the words to Frozen.

sing all the songs in Frozen better than Broadway stars in my own mind.

pour out the exact amount of laundry detergent without looking at the line.

produce edible food for four people regardless of the state of our fridge and pantry.

feed myself and two other people simultaneously, sometimes while loading or unloading the dishwasher.

fasten the baby into a carrier by myself, even while wearing my thickest coat.

I’m also working on badly aligned weight training and negotiating with irrational people. Maybe a next career as a bouncer? Yes, ma’am, I’m sure you ARE very important, but you’re not on the list.